“I can’t believe you proposed in the most un-romantic way,” Giana said. “Without a ring!” Clay shrugged next to her. “I think it’s kind of romantic,” he argued. “Kyle is her knight in shining armor. Marshall is the dragon with bad breath.” “Slay that motherfucker!” Leo chimed in, standing up and doing a weird joust with his arm. Mary tugged him back down into his seat with her lips in a flat line.
